This Love is but a wanton fitT. MorleyThis Love is but a wanton fit,Deluding every youngling's wit.Fa la la la la la.The winged boy doth never light,but where he finds an idle wight.Fa la la la la la.
← LibraryT. Morley · songThis Love is but a wanton fitSong 22 of 24This Love is but a wanton fit by T. Morley with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThis Love is but a wanton fitT. MorleyThisðˈɪsLovelˈʌvisˈɪzbutbˈʌtaeɪ̯wantonwˈɒntənfitfˈɪt,Deludingdɪlˈuːdɪŋeveryˈɛvɹiyounglingjˈʌŋɡəlɪŋ'switwˈɪt.Fafˈɑːlalˈælalˈælalˈælalˈælalˈæ.Theðəwingedwɪŋ(ɪ)dboybˈɔɪdothdˈʌθnevernˈɛvɐlightlˈaɪt,butbˈʌtwherewˈeəheˈhiːfindsfˈaɪndzanˈɐnidleˈaɪdəlwightwˈaɪt.Fafˈɑːlalˈælalˈælalˈælalˈælalˈæ.